Sunday, August 31, 2008

Firenze and Venezia

What a feeling to be back home and well-rested again. It certainly felt like a blessing to be back in my own room, sleeping nights in my own bed, and showering in my own shower -- where I didn't need to worry about sleep-sheets and shower sandals and weird hostel-mates smoking in the bathroom in the middle of the night! (That happened to us in Sorrento, actually, at the end of our trip) So I think once more I have regained the strength to begin to relate this tale, this awesome adventure which I am lucky enough to have taken. Really, I think I have to count myself among one of the most blessed people in the world, because I don't know a lot of people who have had this opportunity to travel around Italy (and indeed Europe in the next few months) like I have now.

Lauren and I stayed in Lucca for only two days after my arrival. Nanda's house is actually in the neighboring small town of Guamo, so I rented a bike from her neighbors one day and we biked into Lucca to check out the ancient Roman soldier-colony. There is a wall surrounding the old city, only about 4km around, so we biked that first and took a good stock of the city. Very quaint and adorable, I think, and it was my first taste of Italy. I think I was already in love. I had my first taste of gelato that day also, but I didn't think it was very good. I was hoping that it would get better, or else realize that the hype had made it into something that it was not. We left early in the morning on Friday, 8 August, for Florence (Firenze). That's also the day that the Beijing Olympics began. We tried very hard during our trip to watch some of the Olympics, but we really didn't see much of it and it really is unfortunate that the Olympics coincided (im)perfectly with my backpacking trip. They were over by the time I was traveling home again.

Florence from the train station was a disappointment, as I think is every city. Rick Steves (our perpetual tour guide) warned in his book that the train station was full of pickpockets -- so, green tourists as we were, we held tight to our bags and purses, strapped our money belts tight, and walked out into the wonder of Florence. By God it was beautiful! We walked across the river Arno to our hostel, thankfully they had rooms for us. This good luck was to follow us our entire trip.

Florence was teeming with tourists, street-vendors with carts full of cashmere scarves and "designer" purses, japanese tour groups, and asian weddings (for whatever strange reason). We went to the Central Market (Mercato Centrale) and bought some fruit, bread, and cheese. For just two or three euro each, we had food for two meals and snacks -- and we ate like kings. What can beat fresh bread and delicious local pecorino cheese? And peaches so ripe and delicious that the juice runs down your fingers and chin? I don't think we could have been any happier sitting at a three-course meal in a fancy restaurant. We felt like we were living the real Italy, like jeering locals surrounded by those "idiot-tourists."

We did a mad tour of the museums that Florence had to offer as well, and there are a lot. We went to the Accademia and saw Michelangelo's David. At first I didn't get all the hype. Here's this giant guy, supposedly the David but he looks more like Goliath, and he doesn't look life-like. He just looks like a white statue. He's not going to turn his head and look at you. He's a freaking statue. I was hopping mad that I had to pay 10 euros to see this statue that really did turn out to just be a statue. But I looked a little closer and, like everything, you start to notice details -- the rib cage, the muscles about his abdomen and hips, the way that his calves are flexed from his stance (yes, this is what made me really admire Michelangelo's skills -- the calves were just so real and perfect, my mom will understand how funny this is, calves that Megan could be jealous of!). I managed to snatch a bench at a good angle for us to sit at and admire him for a while. I was still mad about the 10 euros though, even if it was a brilliant statue. So I took a picture, which was technically illegal. Do you see Lauren's hand fan blocking me? I think it turned out pretty well, actually, and it was worth 10 euros!!!

We also went to the Uffizi Gallery, which was astonishing. My favorite was the Botticelli room, which had both La Primavera and the Birth of Venus. If you leaned in close, you could actually see the brush strokes. I don't think I really appreciated art until that day. There was also a marvellous view of Florence from the top floor of the Uffizi and it made for a wonderful picture, also on my flickr page. I made it my mission while in Florence to see "all four Ninja Turtles" as I put it -- Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, Raphael, and Donatello. In the Uffizi that day I saw Leonardo, Michaelangelo, and Raphael. The next day we went to the Bargello, which is a statue museum, and saw Donatello's David, which seems to me a more perfect representation of the David anyway. Oh, also something to note -- Michelangelo's David has an over-developed right hand, which is supposed to symbolize the Renaissance, but it's just really freaky. And he needed to clip his toenails. Seriously. But Donatello's David was bronze and small, apparently it was the first male nude to be sculpted in a thousand years -- very influential.

Florence was beautiful, but I was glad to leave when we did. We had spent a few of our nights out on the town also, but we always seemed to run across the same band on the Ponte Vecchio playing the same old tired songs. All in all, I think Florence was Lauren's city and I was ready to move on to Venice, the ancestral home of my family.

We ended up having to pay 15 euro to make reservations on the train to Venice, but it was only for standing room -- there weren't any seats left. I won't complain about how it's Lauren's fault because she didn't see the little "R" in the travel book meaning that we needed to make reservations. No, I will not be bitter, despite the fact that it was a frustrating 4 hour train ride with no seats. But whatever.

We were finally in Venice! This time, there was no disappointment from the train station. you stepped right off the steps of the train station and into a piazza on the Grand Canal, right smack into the decadent splendor of Venezia herself. And the best part was, all you could smell was tourists -- the canals had no odor whatsoever. I was very much relieved! Our luck continued as we arrived at our hostel and sealed the deal on the last two beds for the next few nights.

I wish that we had more time to spend in Venice, it was really beautiful. It is just like you see in all the movies and the pictures -- singing gondolieri rowing their sleek black boats through narrow canals, tall buildings dripping with Byzantine and Moorish architecture, and impossibly narrow alleyways. Saint Mark's Square (Piazzo San Marco) was a bit dull by day, that's the place where all the stupid tourists let all the pigeons collect on their shoulders and arms and hands. Absolutely disgusting, if you ask me. Italian pigeons are lucky if they have even a few of their toes left, and they all look really diseased. Worse than normal pigeons, I think, and that's pretty bad. But at night San Marco was absolutely stunning, each cafe had a band, like a string quartet, that dueled with the other bands in the square. So every night was full of music. In the end, we weren't able to go into Saint Mark's Cathedral, but we did go into La Salute, a cathedral built in thanks to God for delivering the Venetians from the Black Plague. We also took a vaporetto ride (bus-boats) down the Grand Canal, and we cheated the expensive gondola ride (80 euro for 40 minutes!) by taking a cheap traghetto (50 cents) across the canal. So technically we were in a gondola boat, but it was only for 2 minutes or so! It was a lot of fun and infinitely cheaper.

Venezia is an interesting place. It was crowded with tourists, because we were there in August of course. But it is beautiful in a sad sort of way. You can see how the place would have been glorious and bustling a few hundred years ago. But now you can see the decaying decadence, the abandoned first floors which are regularly flooded and mossed over. Who knows how much longer Venice will stand as beautiful as it is now -- maybe the next time I am in Piazza San Marco, I will be standing ankle-deep in water. But I hope it will not be that long.

Some Italian for you to learn:
Piazza -- square
Vaporetto -- public transportation boat
Molto buona -- very good (as in food)
Museo -- museum
Augusto -- august

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Oh, Back to School ...

My whirlwind trip of Europe (well, mostly just Italy with a little bit of Germany thrown in), is over. It was the most amazing, fantastic, beautiful, tiring, frustrating, and enjoyable month of my life. Well, just over three weeks. It will take me a long time to describe the things that I saw to you all, even if I just write a bulleted "laundry-list" of the sights that I went to (which, of course, I don't want to do!).

I started on August 1st and took an overnight train to Berlin. I had a few hours in Berlin so I went about 200 meters from the train station and happened upon the Reichstag, and another 100m and I was at the Brandenburger Tor! I was thinking about walking further down and seeing what's left of Die Mauer (the Wall), but it was pouring and I was already soaked. I had packed for Italy, i.e. I wasn't prepared for rain, so I decided to hop onto the next train to Göttingen and meet my friend Mona there. The train was smooth and uneventful -- German trains are as smooth and efficient as Swedish trains are, even more so actually, and I didn't know yet that I should really appreciate the efficiency of the Germans!

It turned out that the phone number I had for Mona wasn't working, so I was stranded at the train station in Göttingen, but at least the sun was off and I finished drying off (after a two hour train ride I was still wet from Berlin!). Thankfully, she called me about 10 minutes later to tell me she had a different phone number, and to call her on that one when I was in Göttingen -- but I told her I was already there! I had a fantastic time in Göttingen with her, and we also went to visit her parents in her hometown of Clausthal, which is in the Harz Mountains. We also went to Goslar, which was an important medieval trading city. It's totally preserved from the middle ages and was very cute, but I could tell that Mona and her sister were bored with it. Sort of like me when I take people to Old Sacramento -- it's boring for me but interesting for a first-timer! So I was loving it, but they were less than thrilled! Oh well!

I left Germany on the 5th and went south to München, where I had a few hours layover so I walked over to the Marielplatz and tourist-watched (my new favorite activity). I took another night train through Brenner Pass (I was very sad that I couldn't see the Alps because it was night-time), and arrived in Florence the next morning. I took a quick train over to Lucca, and I was finally there!!

Nanda's house is amazing. I think it is anybody's dream to have this cute little Italian lady cooking extravagant meals for you all the time. My first meal there was a lunch, which I thought would have been no big deal, but it turned out to be a five-course affair, finishing with cheese, fruit, and dessert. I could probably go on for ages talking about Nanda's meals. Even though I am glad to be back home in Sweden, I really miss Nanda already (and my stomach misses her more, I think!) It was just such a warm and happy place to be -- life revolved around the kitchen. I don't think I ever saw the rest of the house! We would sit there for 2 hours each meal at least, not counting the time we sat in there talking while Nanda was cooking! I really loved Nanda and her husband Caesare -- they are just such welcoming and warm people, I am thinking already when I can go back to visit! I think I have adopted them as my stand-in Italian grandparents!

There is certainly more to say, but I have some errands to run in Lund, since I have just returned yesterday there is a lot to do! But at least now you have some taste of what I have been up to -- and believe me, the adventure has just begun!

Here is some German for you to learn:
Bergen -- mountains
Zug -- train
Hauptbahnhof -- main train station

Here is some Italian for you to learn:
Buon giorno -- hello/good day
Molto bene -- very good!